Thanks a pant load, man-boobs

I live in a duplex. It's a very symmetrical duplex. My half if a mirror image of the other half. I bought my half just over nine years ago, and when I moved in, a woman named Jackie owned the other half. Jackie was a nurse. Nurse Jackie.

Nurse Jackie sold her half to a man named Brian. I called him a name behind his back, too, and it wasn't as kind as Nurse Jackie. I called him man-boobs. I doubt any further explanation is necessary. Just know that we both mowed the grass while wearing tank tops. 

Brian moved out and rents the house out. I have been lukewarm at best about the people on the west side of the wall. The folks over there now seem pleasant enough, but I doubt we would hang out. 

I went out and mowed the grass last Saturday and saw the new neighbor. I also saw that man-boobs trimmed half of a tree. We have a crepe myrtle tree that grows on the property line right where the roof peak is. He decided to cut back the long branches. On half of the tree only. Half. 

Today, I borrowed a saw while Danny was working on fixing my porch. The soffit was damaged, and it was something he could fix for me. It looks great now. I just need to paint it. 

While he was fixing my soffit, I was sawing off branches of a crepe myrtle tree- at least the branches on my half. As I was cutting my part of the tree to match man-boobs' half of the tree, I kept thinking... Thanks a pant load, man-boobs.